Monday, March 21, 2005

Next time, I’ll pick you up first.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Am I watching a love story unfold?

Let me introduce myself: I am a stranger who happened upon your blog last week after clicking the "next blog" button in the upper right hand corner of my friend's blog. I browsed and browsed until I landed on your page, saw the title "Teeth. Dream." and stopped to take a longer look. I ended up reading every posting, looking at every photo. I guess that makes you a compelling writer, as well as a talented photographer. Now I feel like I know you a little bit, which is so odd. It feels a little perverted, too, like I'm peeping. So here I am, stepping out of the bushes and ringing the bell. Nice to meet you.

11:45 PM  
Blogger Butterscotch said...

A love story of some sort for sure... I am currently attempting to find out just what kind- but Josh is being rather cryptic about the whole thing.

Can't imagine why he wouldn't want to share the intimate details with us strangers... :)

2:23 AM  
Blogger josh said...

Hey stranger. Where’s your blog?
I’m not sure what to say here. It may be more fun for ya’ll if I just let you wonder. Reality is rarely as much fun.

1:35 PM  
Blogger Butterscotch said...

Guess it depends on what reality one is currently experiencing...

1:20 AM  
Blogger josh said...

I’m pretty sure I can think up a better reality than the one I’m living.

1:34 AM  

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